☀️ Arselia and Akonia

- I think Sanex really needs your help and support right now, in everything. I understand that it's not really my business, and I'm interfering in their relationship, but still... Take care of her. She seemed very unhappy to me. I don't know what happened to her, and I'm not sure I should know. But I think you're the one who can help her... Just like me and Beata helped each other.

—So, right away, "very unhappy," huh?... —the words stung Klyn deeply. —And you're very perceptive, Guyon. —With a heavy sigh, releasing particles of his slightly darkened soul from his lungs, he sat down. —It was foolish to expect significant improvements in such a short time, but still...

—...What happened? —He looked intently at his comrade for a moment, then stared at the floor. —I don't remember what you and Beata told us from your past — too many pages of the topic have passed, and it's not my business either, but... For some reason, you seem to me to be in a situation similar to Sanex's, but on a tragically past level. Sorry if that sounded wrong.

At this point, the mountain man's consciousness falls silent for a moment, but not his tongue:
—And you know what's the worst, Guyon? Her "unhappiness" is entirely my fault. I'm not looking for pity by pouring out unnecessary negativity on you, or embellishing things that were beyond my control. It's entirely and completely my decision. —He might have heard the saying: "a person is less important than completing the task"? Well, there's the whole story, since today is a day of revelations. And my subsequent curse, I think, is just divine punishment, but it's too little, pitifully little.

Regaining control of his mind, he gets up and pats his comrade on the shoulder:
—But you're right about you and Beata: looking at your happiness, I feel the greatest life inspiration. That I too can achieve the same worthy ending for Sanex and me. Thank you... both of you. And... Be happy.

—Ahem, sorry for burdening you on a holiday, I'm just too talkative today after my rebirth. Well, it's all between us guys, as they say.

Here, Guyon notices a cat.

—What a beautiful creature! Where did he come from? —he says, trying to pet the animal.

—Ooo, please, call him Sir Sirrion from the retinue of Count Credeaar! —he said solemnly, presenting his pet. —By the way, the name is not just a play on words... And where did he come from? Creon from the residential park gave him to me. He says he ended up in the hospital because of something, and then unexpectedly recovered. —He shrugs. —He had two more kittens left when we left, so if you've recovered from your previous loss, then...

—Oh, —Guyon instinctively put his finger in his mouth. —And you have a temper, I see.
He no longer tries to cuddle the cat.

—Why did you offend your friend? —he looked reproachfully at the all-knowing animal. —Such behavior doesn't deserve elite cat food for 500 rem.